Chapter 418: Do You Really Want My Wife to Compete With You?

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

However, Huo Xiting did not look at her at all.

Su Wanyun gritted her teeth and took a few deep breaths.

It didn’t matter. Xiting would know the difference between Ye Beisheng and her very soon.

The piano was a compulsory course for socialites. It was embarrassing to attend a competition but not win a prize. Moreover, Ye Beisheng did not even make it to the finals.

Lin Yafengs eyes were filled with disdain. “Miss Ye, you’re also someone who plays the piano, Don’t you have anything to say about Miss Su e s performance?”

Only then did Ye Beishen look up. “Mr. Lin, I didn’t even enter the finals. I’m not qualified to meet you. How can I comment on the champion’s performance in front of you?”

It was true that she didn’t make it to the finals and didn’t care about the piano competition, but that didn’t mean that Su Wanyun could use this opportunity to trample over her.

Moreover, the reason why she did not enter the finals back then was still open to discussion, wasn’t it?

After all, her piano was taught by Fourth Brother. Even Fourth Brother and the Song family, the musical family, praised her skills but she didn’t make it to the finals?

If they really did a proper investigation, would Su Wanyun still be the champion?

When Lin Yafeng heard her say this, his expression became even more arrogant. “Miss Ye, please don’t say that. It’s a pity that I couldn’t hear you play. You and Wan Yun are also contestants from the same batch.”

Old Master Xu frowned slightly.

This was his and his wife’s wedding anniversary. Wasn’t Lin Yafeng being a little too over the top as a guest?

Moreover, it was clear that they were only making things difficult for Miss Ye. Just as Old Master Xu was about to speak, he suddenly saw his granddaughter shake her head at him.

For some reason, Xu Yingying felt a sense of confidence in Ye Beisheng when she saw her indifferent expression.

She believed that Ye Beishengs piano skills were definitely better than Su Wanyun’s!

Ye Beisheng paused for a moment before chuckling. “Composer Lin, you said that Miss Su was the champion. but I didn’t even make it to the finals. Now you want me to compete with Miss Su on the same stage… Why are you targeting me in such a harsh way?”

Everyone was silent.

They knew that Ye Beisheng was the Ninth Master’s woman. Although she had not been recognized by the Huo Family, she still had Ninth Master behind her.

Wasn’t Lin Yafeng afraid of Ninth Master’s revenge for targeting Ye Beisheng?

Lin Yafeng smiled. “Miss Ye, you’re wrong. You can always improve on your skills. You didn’t make it to the finals two years ago, but that doesn’t mean you can’t make it now. 1 want you to play for me so that I can at least give you some advice. Miss Ye, you’re just making excuses. Are you looking down on me?”

Everyone’s faces turned pale.

What a huge accusation!

In the music industry, composer Lin was well-known. If word got out, god knows how the public would turn against Ye Beisheng.

Ye Beisheng smiled helplessly and suddenly turned around. “Xiting, do you think I should play a song?”

Everyone looked at Huo Xiting.

Su Wanyun’s breathing was trembling!

Huo Xiting put down his glass casually and his eyes turned cold. “Do you really want my wife to compete with you?”

Everyone’s eyes fell on Su Wanyun!

Su Wanyun felt a lump in her throat and subconsciously straightened her back!

She was like a perfect socialite with a gentle smile on her face. “Ninth master, it’s not a competition. I just trying to help Ye Beishemg. First of all, Beisheng is your wife. The outside world has rumors that she’s ignorant and incompetent. I want to use this opportunity to break the rumors.”

“Secondly, Old Madam Xu likes to listening to piano. We also want to leave a happy memory for the old lady.”

Her excuse was perfect..

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